From your Mother
Dear Daughter I am writing this sitting in a yurt deep within the heartland of Mongolia, so please do not worry that there is no address. I understand that you received a letter from your father, he has now left…
Why won’t they let us go
Why why have they done this to us, mother. I cannot move my feet, or feel my body. I feel like I am drifting in space. A strange alien space, full of dark moving shadows, which seem to be watching…